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A wasted desert city
In an island of storm
And I was only tryin' 
To keep myself warm 
But I've journeyed miles
Away from home
And it is with loneliness
That I roam
For you were a tower
You were complete
And I'm always falling down
At your feet
But you pick me up
With my cryin' eyes
See through layers
Of my disguise
And it's ancient
And ever new
And you're saying
I mean the world to you